Monday, 25 April 2011

From depleted ozone layers to rising sea levels, the global warming debate rages on. All that despite the fact that global temperatures have been rising since the end of the last ice age, some 20,000 years ago.

Yes, we humans may be speeding up the 'already in motion' process, but is it really as bad as some boffins make it out to be? The following facts are important when putting the case into context.

The North Pole is one giant ice-berg.

95% of an ice-berg is submerged.

When ice melts its volume contracts.

From that we can assume sea levels will remain much as they are today.

So what's the panic? Who doesn't want warmer weather? Maybe those who live in desert areas and that's not many in any case.

So, lets stop worrying and stop polluting and lets enjoy the warm summers on the way.

Last Tuesday Madeleine and I drove down to Bournemouth on one of our many road trips. The temperature was 28 degrees centigrade! Yes, it was April 13, 2011.

Yes! In April!

Yes! in England!

Outside temperature beyond belief

Madeleine - Poole Harbour

I don't remember riding a rhino?!

Mind you, with global warming everything is possible

Snapshot of Bournemouth last Tuesday

20,000 years ago Bournemouth was buried under

20 metres of ice. What do you prefer?

Next time you hear anyone complaining about global warming, please remind them it is much better than the other way around.

Giving the cyclical nature of our planet's weather, no doubt there will be more ice-ages ahead, so enjoy it while it lasts.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Oftentimes intelligence is confused with knowledge and vice-versa, but the two do not necessarily go hand-in-hand as far as I'm concerned.

I have met knowledgeable/well-informed people who have surprised me with their lack of logic and common sense. I can't say the same for intelligent people. I may one day be disappointed but so far so good.

The intelligent are always smart, quick thinking and interesting. The knowledgeable are at best interesting but more often than not, plain boring. Like an encyclopedia,the knowledgeable take comfort in their ability to memorise and recall vast amounts of information. We all know an encyclopedia is purely a book of recorded knowledge and not an intelligent item as such. Much the same as a computer, loaded with information but hardly a clever entity.

The intelligent find new ways to resolve problems, the knowledgeable refer to past experiences for solutions.
The intelligent adapt and evolve while the knowledgeable hold on to the past and dwell in their tedium.
The intelligent write the books that the knowledgeable read.
The intelligent question everything, the knowledgeable accept others experiences as truth.
The intelligent want to leave their legacy to others while the knowledgeable leave only their libraries.

And most importantly, the intelligent embrace science while the knowledgeable embrace history.
I know some are gifted with both knowledge and intelligence and those are the people we should all try to emulate.

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Oh, I'm tired and in need of a good sleep...

Last night my f€&#ing neighbour knocked on my door at 2:3O am! Just as well I was still up playing the drums.

Sunday, 17 April 2011

British comedian and film-maker Ricky Gervais is the writer and star of HBO’s “Ricky Gervais Out of England 2: The Stand-Up Special.

Why don’t you believe in God? I get that question all the time. I always try to give a sensitive, reasoned answer. This is usually awkward, time consuming and pointless. People who believe in God don’t need proof of his existence, and they certainly don’t want evidence to the contrary. They are happy with their belief. They even say things like “it’s true to me” and “it’s faith.” I still give my logical answer because I feel that not being honest would be patronizing and impolite. It is ironic therefore that “I don’t believe in God because there is absolutely no scientific evidence for his existence and from what I’ve heard the very definition is a logical impossibility in this known universe,” comes across as both patronizing and impolite.

Arrogance is another accusation. Which seems particularly unfair. Science seeks the truth. And it does not discriminate. For better or worse it finds things out. Science is humble. It knows what it knows and it knows what it doesn’t know. It bases its conclusions and beliefs on hard evidence -­- evidence that is constantly updated and upgraded. It doesn’t get offended when new facts come along. It embraces the body of knowledge. It doesn’t hold on to medieval practices because they are tradition. If it did, you wouldn’t get a shot of penicillin, you’d pop a leach down your trousers and pray. Whatever you “believe,” this is not as effective as medicine. Again you can say, “It works for me,” but so do placebos. My point being, I’m saying God doesn’t exist. I’m not saying faith doesn’t exist. I know faith exists. I see it all the time. But believing in something doesn’t make it true. Hoping that something is true doesn’t make it true. The existence of God is not subjective. He either exists or he doesn’t. It’s not a matter of opinion. You can have your own opinions. But you can’t have your own facts.

Why don’t I believe in God? No, no no, why do YOU believe in God? Surely the burden of proof is on the believer. You started all this. If I came up to you and said, “Why don’t you believe I can fly?” You’d say, “Why would I?” I’d reply, “Because it’s a matter of faith.” If I then said, “Prove I can’t fly. Prove I can’t fly see, see, you can’t prove it can you?” You’d probably either walk away, call security or throw me out of the window and shout, ‘’F—ing fly then you lunatic.”

This, is of course a spirituality issue, religion is a different matter. As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a god. I don’t think there is a god, but belief in him does no harm. If it helps you in any way, then that’s fine with me. It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a god. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different god, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are. From what I can gather, pretty much the worst type of person you can be is an atheist. The first four commandments hammer this point home. There is a god, I’m him, no one else is, you’re not as good and don’t forget it. (Don’t murder anyone, doesn’t get a mention till number 6.)

When confronted with anyone who holds my lack of religious faith in such contempt, I say, “It’s the way God made me.”

But what are atheists really being accused of?

The dictionary definition of God is “a supernatural creator and overseer of the universe.” Included in this definition are all deities, goddesses and supernatural beings. Since the beginning of recorded history, which is defined by the invention of writing by the Sumerians around 6,000 years ago, historians have cataloged over 3700 supernatural beings, of which 2870 can be considered deities.

So next time someone tells me they believe in God, I’ll say “Oh which one? Zeus? Hades? Jupiter? Mars? Odin? Thor? Krishna? Vishnu? Ra?…” If they say “Just God. I only believe in the one God,” I’ll point out that they are nearly as atheistic as me. I don’t believe in 2,870 gods, and they don’t believe in 2,869.

I used to believe in God. The Christian one that is.

I loved Jesus. He was my hero. More than pop stars. More than footballers. More than God. God was by definition omnipotent and perfect. Jesus was a man. He had to work at it. He had temptation but defeated sin. He had integrity and courage. But He was my hero because He was kind. And He was kind to everyone. He didn’t bow to peer pressure or tyranny or cruelty. He didn’t care who you were. He loved you. What a guy. I wanted to be just like Him.

One day when I was about 8 years old, I was drawing the crucifixion as part of my Bible studies homework. I loved art too. And nature. I loved how God made all the animals. They were also perfect. Unconditionally beautiful. It was an amazing world.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when my brother came home. He was 11 years older than me, so he would have been 19. He was as smart as anyone I knew, but he was too cheeky. He would answer back and get into trouble. I was a good boy. I went to church and believed in God -– what a relief for a working-class mother. You see, growing up where I did, mums didn’t hope as high as their kids growing up to be doctors; they just hoped their kids didn’t go to jail. So bring them up believing in God and they’ll be good and law abiding. It’s a perfect system. Well, nearly. 75 percent of Americans are God-­‐fearing Christians; 75 percent of prisoners are God-­‐fearing Christians. 10 percent of Americans are atheists; 0.2 percent of prisoners are atheists.

But anyway, there I was happily drawing my hero when my big brother Bob asked, “Why do you believe in God?” Just a simple question. But my mum panicked. “Bob,” she said in a tone that I knew meant, “Shut up.” Why was that a bad thing to ask? If there was a God and my faith was strong it didn’t matter what people said.

Oh…hang on. There is no God. He knows it, and she knows it deep down. It was as simple as that. I started thinking about it and asking more questions, and within an hour, I was an atheist.

Wow. No God. If mum had lied to me about God, had she also lied to me about Santa? Yes, of course, but who cares? The gifts kept coming. And so did the gifts of my new found atheism. The gifts of truth, science, nature. The real beauty of this world. I learned of evolution -– a theory so simple that only England’s greatest genius could have come up with it. Evolution of plants, animals and us –- with imagination, free will, love, humor. I no longer needed a reason for my existence, just a reason to live. And imagination, free will, love, humor, fun, music, sports, beer and pizza are all good enough reasons for living.

But living an honest life -– for that you need the truth. That’s the other thing I learned that day, that the truth, however shocking or uncomfortable, in the end leads to liberation and dignity.

So what does the question “Why don’t you believe in God?” really mean. I think when someone asks that they are really questioning their own belief. In a way they are asking “what makes you so special? “How come you weren’t brainwashed with the rest of us?” “How dare you say I’m a fool and I’m not going to heaven, f— you!” Let’s be honest, if one person believed in God he would be considered pretty strange. But because it’s a very popular view it’s accepted. And why is it such a popular view? That’s obvious. It’s an attractive proposition. Believe in me and live forever. Again if it was just a case of spirituality this would be fine.

“Do unto others…” is a good rule of thumb. I live by that. Forgiveness is probably the greatest virtue there is. But that’s exactly what it is -­‐ a virtue. Not just a Christian virtue. No one owns being good. I’m good. I just don’t believe I’ll be rewarded for it in heaven. My reward is here and now. It’s knowing that I try to do the right thing. That I lived a good life. And that’s where spirituality really lost its way. When it became a stick to beat people with. “Do this or you’ll burn in hell.”

You won’t burn in hell. But be nice anyway.

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...and there's more from the eloquent Gervais.

To give Wall Street Journal readers a chance to respond, we asked Gervais to answer via email some of the most frequently asked questions about his article.

In your piece you write, that “Science is humble. It knows what it knows and it knows what it doesn’t know.” In fact, mainstream scientific thought has sometimes been wrong, and it is constantly changing and revising itself. So how can you be so sure that science supports your belief that God does not exist?

Ricky Gervais: Science doesn’t concern itself with the non-existence of something. The periodic table of imaginary things would be too big for a classroom- infinitely big in fact, and rather pointless. It’s not trying to prove the non-existence of anything supernatural. All it knows is there is no scientific proof of anything supernatural so far. When someone presents a jar of God it will test it. If it finds some evidence of “godness” it will follow the evidence till it knows everything it can.

The fact that science can say “we don’t know” is exactly my point. Science doesn’t start with a set of convenient conclusions and try to justify them. It follows evidence. In fact, it tries to prove itself wrong. When it can’t, it’s right. Superstition, religion and blind faith cherry pick the evidence and justify the results by changing the goal posts. There are no cover-ups in science. For better or worse it finds stuff out. It has no moral code as such. It leaves those decisions to society. It discovers life saving drugs but leaves it up to you whether to use them or not. It discovers that splitting the atom can release a massive amount of energy very quickly and leaves it up to governments to try it out or not. It finds out what and how and why. It asks can we? Not should we? This is why it baffles me that some god fearers believe that without a god there is no reason to be good. Really?

Doesn’t the idea that God was somehow involved in the making of the universe seem immensely more reasonable than believing that some random form of matter has existed for all of time, or that matter just up and popped into existence?

So you’re asking whether it’s more plausible that everything in the known universe including man was made by a supernatural being, in 6 days, than from a massive explosion of matter that expanded and gradually became the known universe in all it’s beauty over the last 14 billion years? I don’t think so, no.

If you don’t know what made the universe it seems pointless to say a God must have made it then. You have to then say “But what made God?” If you are then willing to say that God was always around, you may as well say that the universe was too. Saves time doesn’t it? How long did he wait till he made the universe by the way? And where was he? Did it turn out just like he planned? If he had to make another one would he do it any different? Where would he put it?

Does science really have an objective agenda?

Yes.

Wasn’t it also used to justify slavery, genocide and the subjugation of women? Why should we trust science when it comes to God?

When was science used to justify slavery, genocide and the subjugation of women? There are bad people who believe in God and bad people who don’t but neither can claim to have science on their side when they commit their deeds. I don’t know who’s been going round saying that science justifies any of those things. It certainly doesn’t and anyone who says it does is taking the name of science in vain. Many theories try to wear the badge of science to give their practices credibility but the badge is a forgery. Religion even tries to claim scientific evidence but fails. Astrology wants to be recognized as a science. It isn’t. Real science comes along and shows them the door. Its only agenda is truth. It doesn’t wish something were true. It finds out whether something is or isn’t true. Believing something is true simply because you wish it was, isn’t science. It’s faith.

Woody Allen is widely quoted as having once said: “You cannot prove the nonexistence of God; you just have to take it on faith.” Is being an atheist as unscientific a stance as believing in God? Isn’t it more intellectually honest to be agnostic?

Well Woody Allen was being facetious but makes a good point. Is being an atheist as unscientific a stance as believing in God? No definitely not. How can not believing in something that is backed up with no empirical evidence be less scientific than believing in something that not only has no empirical evidence but actually goes against the laws of the universe and in many cases actually contradicts itself?

What does a comedian really know about God anyway?

Since there is nothing to know about god, a comedian knows as much about god as any one else. An atheist however is alone in knowing that there is nothing to know so probably has the edge. An Atheist comedian can make people laugh about belief or lack of it. A good atheist comedian can make people laugh AND think about belief or lack of it. An agnostic would say that since you can neither prove the existence nor the non-existence of God then the only answer to the question “Is there a God?” is “I don’t know.” Basically they are saying just because you haven’t found something yet doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Well firstly we have to know what definition of God we are asking about. Many can be dismissed as logical impossibilities. In the same way that if you were asked can you imagine a square circle the answer is of course “No.” Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt. Let’s just say there is a definition of a God that is possible. Does he exist? “I don’t know” in this case is indeed the correct answer. However this must also be the answer to many other questions. Is there an elephant up your a—? Even if you’ve looked you can’t say “no.” It could be that you just haven’t found it yet. Please look again and this time really believe there is an elephant up there because however mad it sounds no one can prove that you don’t have a lovely big African elephant up your a—.

People who believe in God sometimes have moments of doubt about their faith. Have you had any moments of doubt about your atheism?

Atheism isn’t a belief system. I have a belief system but it’s not “based on” atheism, it’s just not based on the existence of a god. I make none of my moral, social, or artistic decisions based on any god or superstitions. Saying atheism is a belief system is like saying not going skiing is a hobby. I’ve never been skiing. It’s my biggest hobby. I literally do it all the time. But to answer your question I am constantly faced with theories of God, and angels, and hell. It’s everywhere. But unless there is an ounce of credibility to it, I reject. I have to. You can’t lie to yourself. If you do you’ve only fooled a deluded person and where’s the victory in that?

How do you plan on celebrating Christmas?

Eating and drinking too much with friends and family. Celebrating life and remembering those that did, but can no longer.

They are not looking down on me but they live in my mind and heart more than they ever did probably. Some, I was lucky enough to bump into on this planet of six billion people. Others shared much of my genetic material. One selflessly did her best for me all my life. That’s what mums do though. They do it for no other reason than love. Not for reward. Not for recognition. They create you. From nothing. Miracle? They do those every day. No big deal. They are not worshiped. They would give their life without the promise of heaven. They teach you everything they know yet they are not declared prophets. And you only have one.

I am crying as I write this.

It usually gets me this time of year. That’s what’s special about Christmas. It’s when you visit or reminisce about the ones you love. And reflect on how lucky you are. How they helped shape you. I remember the first time my mum took me to see a movie. I’d never been to a cinema before. I can still remember the place to this day. Everything seemed carpeted. The floors, the walls, everything. I had sweets and Pepsi and the biggest screen in the world, I thought. I was blown away. I lived a life in a couple of hours. When I thought Baloo was dead I was sobbing uncontrollably but trying to hide it. My mum was consoling me but didn’t seem as distressed as me. Then when it turned out that Baloo was still alive I was f—ing euphoric.

But it made me think. On the way home I asked my mum how old I’d be when she died. “Old,” she said. “Will I care?” I asked worried about my far off future feelings. She wasn’t sure what to say. She knew I wanted the answer “no” in some ways but as usual she chose honesty. “Yes,” she said. “But it won’t happen for a very long time.” That was good enough for me.

When I returned to school a few weeks later we had to do a little presentation about our holidays. I proceeded to act out the entire movie using the other kids in the class. I told them where to stand and what to say, filling in the action with narration. Eventually the teacher had to stop me because I was taking up the whole day. Now I’m a real director I never make that same mistake. I’m home by 4 o’clock on any movie I do.

I haven’t seen the film for 40 years so I’m not sure how good it is but it’s still one of my fondest memories because it was a gift from my mum. My mum died when I was 40.

She was right by the way. I did care. But luckily 35 five years before, I’d learnt the bear necessities to get me through.

Just like Baloo, she’s still with me.

Dads are pretty cool too. Mine was a man of few words. He let me make my own way. He taught me one important lesson though. That it’s OK for a man to cry. He only cried once in his life. Just one time. When his mum died. Luckily for him all his children out-lived him. Otherwise there would surely have been a second.

I hope you are with your loved ones at this wonderful time of year. That’s what will make it wonderful.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

The last time I saw her was in the morning of March 10, just before setting off to work.

It happened so suddenly, without warning and totally unexpected. I failed to say goodbye properly and have lived to regret it ever since.

Day after day, night after night, I have longed for her presence and warm touch. I have missed her dazzling beauty, her humour and never ending source of amusement. I miss her sweet voice singing my favourite songs and her constant updates on how friends and relatives are doing. It has been terribly lonely.

I consider myself to be an independent person and more than capable of carrying out all household duties. My mum taught me to cook, iron and even stitch clothes at a very early age. I remember once as a teenager asking mum to iron a shirt I wanted to wear to a party that evening and she calmly reminded me where the iron and board were. Loading a wash into the machine or spring cleaning does not phase me in the slightest but, I can't cope with loneliness.

Enough of the sob story; you can imagine how happy euphoric and ecstatic I felt this morning when, with arms open wide, I was handed a replacement - a Toshiba laptop.

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Lately I find myself constantly reminiscing. It's as if I'm taking stock of my life, trying to arrange it both chronologically and emotionally. I feel as if I'm getting my house in order, so to speak, in anticipation of some forthcoming event. As to what this major event could be I have no idea. I can think of only three events important enough to get me into such a frame of mind.

The first would be writing an autobiography (reminiscing), followed by getting promoted and lastly winning the lottery.

Writing my autobiography is as appealing as it is scary. Reporting on how personal events have unfolded over the years would be based solely on my opinion, and as we all know there are three sides to such stories; my side, their side and the truth. Also the possibility of upsetting some of the people in my past is something I would have to consider very carefully before proceeding. I can only imagine how I'd feel if I was mentioned unfavourably in someone elses biography.

No no, daft idea. I have not yet made my millions or reached the dizzy heights of famosity or even killed anybody to be interesting enough. Such an account would be of little importance to anyone, with the possible but by no means certain exception of my closest and dearest
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As for promotion, that's highly unlikely. Although I am doing well I have only just recently changed career and am learning a new trade. Can't see that happening for at least a year. It leaves me with only the possibility of a lottery win!

That's it, I'm about to become filthy rich! OMG!

Soon I'll stop blogging completely and you will all know why! I'll be far too busy having fun to have time to blog. And where I'm going I doubt if even my phone will connect to blogosphere. Antarctica, the Amazon forest, Alaska, Siberia and Lapland are off bounds as far as tele/com links are concerned.
But I will update you on my return with tales of heroism and supernatural endurance. I will upload plenty of photographic evidence to convince the sceptic among you. Just wait and see...
Now all I need is to buy a ticket with the following numbers; 10.. 12...

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Still without a laptop or computer, hence the lack of posts lately. My apologies to those who have left comments and have not had a reply. I can't reply, thats why, not with my phone anyway. Just as well being without a computer has coincided with a spell of writer's block! I can't think of anything to write about! And I don't like it! It may have something to do with March being the busiest month in my trade; I've been working twelve hours a day, not conducive with blogging. I digress...

Reminds me of a recent example at work; I was waiting for my appointed customers to arrive and got chatting to a couple who strolled into the showroom. Fifteen minutes later my appointment showed up, late and I decided to pass my couple over to a colleague to carry on with the presentation while I went off to attend to my late arrivals. An hour later my colleague got a sale and I didn't . I should have carried on with the couple and given the appointment to someone else.

I've got to learn to make the best of what I've got, or in other words, to 'love the one you're with'.
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